The Home Book of Verse, American and English, 1580-1912, Τόμος 4,Σελίδες 1253-1648H. Holt, 1915 - 3742 σελίδες |
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Σελίδα 1259
... him is summer's pomp , Or winter's frozen shade ? I travail in pain for him , My creatures travail and wait ; His couriers come by squadrons , He comes not to the gate . 1259 Twice I have moulded an image , And thrice outstretched.
... him is summer's pomp , Or winter's frozen shade ? I travail in pain for him , My creatures travail and wait ; His couriers come by squadrons , He comes not to the gate . 1259 Twice I have moulded an image , And thrice outstretched.
Σελίδα 1261
... comes , nor where It goes . For me it doth not care- Whether I starve , or eat , or sleep , Or live , or die , or sing , or weep . And now the banners all are bright , Now torn and blackened by the fight . Sometimes its laughter shakes ...
... comes , nor where It goes . For me it doth not care- Whether I starve , or eat , or sleep , Or live , or die , or sing , or weep . And now the banners all are bright , Now torn and blackened by the fight . Sometimes its laughter shakes ...
Σελίδα 1264
... Comes its own way , and comes unsought . Though all the bards of earth were dead , And all their music passed away , What Nature wishes should be said She'll find the rightful voice to say ! Her heart is in the shimmering leaf , The ...
... Comes its own way , and comes unsought . Though all the bards of earth were dead , And all their music passed away , What Nature wishes should be said She'll find the rightful voice to say ! Her heart is in the shimmering leaf , The ...
Σελίδα 1268
... and me If dawn should come no more ! Think of its gold along the sea , Its rose above the shore ! That rose of awful mystery , Our souls bow down before . Dawn - Angels What wonder that the Inca kneeled , 1268 Poems of Nature.
... and me If dawn should come no more ! Think of its gold along the sea , Its rose above the shore ! That rose of awful mystery , Our souls bow down before . Dawn - Angels What wonder that the Inca kneeled , 1268 Poems of Nature.
Σελίδα 1269
... comes each day ! - What if the East should ne'er grow wan , Should nevermore grow gray ! That line of rose no more be drawn Above the ocean's spray ! 1269 Madison Cawein [ 1865-1914 ] DAWN - ANGELS ALL night I watched awake for morning ...
... comes each day ! - What if the East should ne'er grow wan , Should nevermore grow gray ! That line of rose no more be drawn Above the ocean's spray ! 1269 Madison Cawein [ 1865-1914 ] DAWN - ANGELS ALL night I watched awake for morning ...
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Άλλες εκδόσεις - Προβολή όλων
The Home Book of Verse, American and English: With an Appendix ..., Τόμος 1 Burton Egbert Stevenson Δεν υπάρχει διαθέσιμη προεπισκόπηση - 1959 |
The Home Book of Verse, American and English: With an Appendix ..., Τόμος 1 Burton Egbert Stevenson Δεν υπάρχει διαθέσιμη προεπισκόπηση - 1953 |
Συχνά εμφανιζόμενοι όροι και φράσεις
Alfred Tennyson apple-tree Autumn birds Blackbird bloom blossoms blow blue boughs breast breath breeze bright buds Charles G. D. Roberts clouds comes dark dead dear deep doth dream earth Edward Hovell-Thurlow eyes fair flake flowers frost garden girt woak tree gleam Goddès fay golden grass gray green grow hast hath hear heart heaven HOUNDS OF SPRING Hush John Townsend Trowbridge kiss laugh leaves light lone lovers marshes of Glynn meadows merry moon morning mountains never night o'er Percy Bysshe Shelley plant rain Richard Watson Gilder Robert Burns Robert Herrick rose round sail shade shine sigh silent Sing hey skies sleep snow soft song soul Spring stars streams summer sweet wild April tears thee There's thine things thou art violets voice wander waves weary William Wordsworth wind wings winter woods
Δημοφιλή αποσπάσματα
Σελίδα 1536 - Waterfowl Whither, midst falling dew, While glow the heavens with the last steps of day, Far, through their rosy depths, dost thou pursue Thy solitary way?
Σελίδα 1392 - When rocked to rest on their mother's breast, As she dances about the sun. I wield the flail of the lashing hail, And whiten the green plains under; And then again I dissolve it in rain, And laugh as I pass in thunder.
Σελίδα 1387 - Arve and Arveiron at thy base Rave ceaselessly; but thou, most awful Form! Risest from forth thy silent sea of pines, How silently! Around thee and above Deep is the air and dark, substantial, black, An ebon mass: methinks thou piercest it, As with a wedge! But when I look again, It is thine own calm home, thy crystal shrine, Thy habitation from eternity! 0 dread and silent Mount! I gazed upon thee, Till thou, still present to the bodily sense, Didst vanish from my thought: entranced in prayer 1...
Σελίδα 1425 - I wandered lonely as a cloud That floats on high o'er vales and hills, When all at once I saw a crowd, A host, of golden daffodils; Beside the lake, beneath the trees, Fluttering and dancing in the breeze. Continuous as the stars that shine And twinkle on the milky way, They stretched in never-ending line Along the margin of a bay: Ten thousand saw I at a glance, Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.
Σελίδα 1254 - This Sea that bares her bosom to the moon; The winds that will be howling at all hours, And are up-gathered now like sleeping flowers; For this, for everything, we are out of tune; It moves us not. — Great God! I'd rather be A Pagan suckled in a creed outworn; So might I, standing on this pleasant lea, Have glimpses that would make me less forlorn; Have sight of Proteus rising from the sea; Or hear old Triton blow his wreathed horn.
Σελίδα 1505 - As she is famed to do, deceiving elf. Adieu ! adieu ! thy plaintive anthem fades Past the near meadows, over the still stream, Up the hill-side ; and now 'tis buried deep In the next valley-glades : Was it a vision, or a waking dream ? Fled is that music : — Do I wake or sleep...
Σελίδα 1503 - MY HEART aches, and a drowsy numbness pains My sense, as though of hemlock I had drunk, Or emptied some dull opiate to the drains One minute past, and Lethe-wards had sunk...
Σελίδα 1546 - A wet sheet and a flowing sea, A wind that follows fast And fills the white and rustling sail And bends the gallant mast; And bends the gallant mast, my boys, While like the eagle free Away the good ship flies, and leaves Old England on the lee. 0 for a soft and gentle wind!
Σελίδα 1373 - I chatter over stony ways In little sharps and trebles, I bubble into eddying bays, I babble on the pebbles. With many a curve my banks I fret ' By many a field and fallow, And many a fairy foreland set With willow-weed and mallow. I chatter, chatter, as I flow > To join the brimming river, For men may come and men may go, But I go on for ever. I wind about and in and out, With here a blossom sailing, And here and there a lusty trout, And here and there a grayling.
Σελίδα 1293 - To her fair works did Nature link The human soul that through me ran; And much it grieved my heart to think What Man has made of Man.